A very short piece witten in response to the fact that in Brotherhood, you can call your horse at any time, but you lose it if you ride another horse and half the time you can't find the previous horse. I've always wondered how the abandoned horse felt and what they did afterwards.

First AC fic, so crit would be adored. I tried for humor, but I don't think I have the stuff for it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy at least!

Unbeta'd, so forgive any mistakes. ^^

I don't own Assasin's Creed: Brotherhood. I'm only using for my twisted imagination.

She watched him ride off after those red-clothed bruisers in dismay.

Shifting her weight uneasily, she waited around one more minute despite the looks she was getting to make sure he wouldn't change his mind and come running back to her.

Not that she would take him back, that is.

She'd liked him, the man in white. He'd always treated her gently, with a kind word or extra treat for whenever he whistled for her and she came running. He never tried to pull very hard on her reins unless it was something bad in which case his heels would dig into her ribs, though never quite as hard as her former master had.

The former master he'd made still before taking her as his own.

She'd always tried her best to please the man in white. Whenever he whistled she would come running and get as close to him as she could. Then he'd jump onto her back or climb up onto her if she managed to bump into him and she whisk him away as fast as she could.

And unlike most horses, who ran away at first sight, she'd try to help him out whenever he fought or at least try to stay close so he didn't have to run too far and she could keep an eye on him if he got into trouble.

And now, after she'd done all she could for him, he just left her in the middle of the street to ride away on some sleek, black trollop? Who did he think she was? She wasn't like those palominos, she didn't let just anyone ride her.

How dare he use her and toss her away like she was nothing. She was a bay, the most beautiful of them all. Didn't he realize how lucky he was to have had her?

Finally, she realized he wasn't coming back, and she didn't like the look those metalheads were giving her. They'd already tried to take her once, and the man in white had flicked out his shining stick and stopped them right before she was about to try and rear them off.

With an almost mournful nicker, she turned to wander back down the street the man in white had ridden her down only a few moments before before clip-clopping her way slowly down the street. She wasn't entirely sure this was the way to go, she was beautiful not smart, but at least it was away from him.

She'd see him again, after all, without a doubt.

...Probably.

AND THEN SHE OPENED UP HER OWN BAKERY AND REFUSED TO LET ANY MAN IN WHITE ENTER.

...Or not.

Review are always welcome.

I hope you enjoyed this, at any rate. I enjoyed writing it. ^^